Wouldst Thou Multiply Thy Riches? Diminish Them

I Wish Thee As Much Pleasure In The Reading, As I Had In The Writing.

Sin Is A Basilisk Whose Eyes Are Full Of Venom. If The Eye Of Thy Soul See Her First, It Reflects Her Own Poison And Kills Her; If She See Thy Soul, Unseen, Or Seen Too Late, With Her Poison, She Kills Thee: Since Therefore Thou Canst Not Escape Thy Sin, Let Not Thy Sin Escape Thy Observation.

Pleasures Bring Effeminacy, And Effeminacy Foreruns Ruin; Such Conquests, Without Blood Or Sweat, Sufficiently Do Revenge Themselves Upon Their Intemperate Conquerors.

A Lamb Appears A Lion, And We Fear Each Bush We See's A Bear.

He That Begins To Live, Begins To Die.